After the divorce, I became the most powerful woman in the world

In late autumn, the leaves of the sycamore trees in the old Fu family mansion were turning yellow.

Gu Qingzi sat on the leather sofa in the living room, a steaming cup of honey lemon tea in her hands. She had changed into a beige knit dress for the day, looking gentle and serene, just as she had been in this home for the past five years.

"Ye Chen should be back soon," she whispered to herself, checking the wall clock. It was 8:30 p.m.

Today was their fifth wedding anniversary.

Five years ago today, she had married this cold man with trepidation. Back then, she naively believed that if she was gentle and considerate enough, she would one day be able to melt the ice in his heart.

Five years, she had waited for five years.

Footsteps echoed from the entrance. Gu Qingzi quickly stood up, adjusted her skirt, and an expectant smile crossed her face. "You're back."

Fu Yechen pushed open the door and entered, his black, handcrafted suit impeccably crafted, his handsome face as cold as a thousand-year-old ice. He didn't even glance at Gu Qingzi, heading straight for the study.

"Yechen, today is our anniversary." Gu Qingzi followed him, her voice cautious and tentative. "I've booked a table at your favorite French restaurant..."

"I have something to tell you."

Fu Yechen's voice interrupted her. He walked to the desk, pulled a document from the drawer, and turned to face Gu Qingzi.

It was a divorce agreement.

Gu Qingzi's smile froze instantly. As she stared at the document in black and white, she felt the world spin.

"What does this mean?" her voice trembled.

"Divorce agreement." Fu Yechen tossed the document in front of her, his tone icy and cold. "The five-year contract has expired. It's time to end this game." "

A game?"

Gu Qingzi felt as if she'd been punched in the chest. So, in his eyes, all her five years of hard work was just a game?

"The conditions I offered you were already very generous." Fu Yechen glanced at his watch, clearly not wanting to waste time on this topic. "That apartment in the city center, and a breakup fee of ten million, are enough for you to live comfortably for the rest of your life."

"I don't want the money." Gu Qingzi shook her head, her voice choking. "Yechen, have I done anything wrong in these five years? If there's anything I'm not good enough for, I can change..."

"Gu Qingzi." Fu Yechen looked at her coldly, his eyes devoid of any emotion. "You didn't do anything wrong. The problem is that we weren't a good match."

"Not a good match?" Gu Qingzi smiled bitterly. "Then why did you marry me?"

"Because of Grandpa's will," Fu Yechen said mercilessly. "The five-year deadline is up, and we're both free."

So that's it.

Gu Qingzi suddenly understood something. She recalled Old Master Fu's dying words five years ago: "Yechen, marrying her will only benefit you."

At the time, she'd thought it was because the old man had taken a liking to her, but now it seemed like wishful thinking.

"How's Yaruo?" Gu Qingzi suddenly asked.

Fu Yechen's eyes flickered slightly, but quickly returned to their coldness.

"She has nothing to do with you."

"Heh." Gu Qingzi smiled, a smile tinged with an unprecedented sadness. "Well, after all, she's the one in your heart, isn't she?"

Wen Yaruo, the internationally renowned pianist, Fu Yechen's first love, the eternal white moonlight in his heart. Just last month, she finally returned from abroad.

Gu Qingzi had long noticed her husband's absent-mindedness, the glint in his eyes whenever he received a call. She hadn't expected this day to come so soon.

"Please sign the divorce papers. My patience is limited!" Fu Yechen checked the time, his tone growing increasingly impatient. "Yaruo is still waiting for me." "

This sentence completely shattered the last remaining illusion in Gu Qingzi's heart.

She was silent for a long time, so long that Fu Yechen thought she wouldn't respond.

Then, she walked to the desk.

"Give me the pen."

Fu Yechen looked at her with some surprise. He expected her to cry, to beg, to throw a tantrum like any abandoned woman.

But she didn't.

Gu Qingzi took the pen and signed her name on the divorce agreement. Her handwriting was neat, without a trace of trembling.

"Gu Qingzi." Fu Yechen looked at her back, suddenly feeling something strange in his heart.

"Anything else?" Gu Qingzi turned around. The pain and despair on her face were gone, replaced by a calmness he had never seen before.

"The house and the money..."

"I said, I don't want them," Gu Qingzi interrupted him. "Fu Yechen, from today on, we have nothing to do with each other."

She walked towards the stairs, ready to return to her room to pack her luggage. "Oh, right," she suddenly stopped, without looking back. "Give Miss Wen my regards and tell her that from today on, she can legitimately be Mrs. Fu."

With that, she went upstairs without looking back.

Fu Yechen stood there, watching her disappear, a wave of inexplicable emotion welling up in his heart.

Ten minutes later, Gu Qingzi came down the stairs, carrying a simple suitcase. She hadn't taken any expensive jewelry or clothing, only a few personal belongings.

"I'm leaving," she said to Fu Yechen, her voice as calm as if she were saying the weather was nice.

"Where are you going?" Fu Yechen suddenly asked.

"That's none of your business." Gu Qingzi glanced at him, the light in her eyes unfamiliar to him. "Mr. Fu, we're divorced."

With that, she dragged her suitcase towards the door.

The autumn wind blew, and parasol leaves fluttered down her shoulders. Gu Qingzi didn't look back. Her figure, in the night, looked particularly lonely, yet also resolute. Fu Yechen stood at the door, watching the woman disappear into the darkness.

What he didn't know was that he had just let go of the world's most precious treasure.

And he would soon pay a heavy price for today's decision.

Five years of marriage ended just like that.

Gu Qingzi walked along the late autumn streets, each step light and gentle, as if leaving all the heaviness of the past five years behind in that house.

She took out her phone and dialed a number.

"It's me," her voice remained calm. "Prepare to activate the emergency plan."

A respectful voice came from the other end of the line: "Yes, Boss."

In the moonlight, Gu Qingzi's lips curled up in an almost imperceptible arc.

Fu Yechen, the game has just begun.